Timelies all!

So we occasionally get patient samples drawn on the weekend. All of us in the lab have to choose a weekend day to come in if there are samples expected. I chose tomorrow, and there are indeed samples from one patient being drawn. I was told I could come in when the last sample was drawn and process all time points together. The last time point is supposed to be drawn around 5 pm. Sigh...

Well ... to try to be upbeat, at least it's not 5 am .... (signed, Not a Morning Person)

Oy, Sheryl.

That's gonna be great, Jesse! I have no knowledge of your local typical August weather, but other than that, awesome! Is that with Squeeze?

Jesse, that sounds awesome.

Sheryl, that sounds very frustrating. I'm sorry.

That's gonna be great, Jesse! I have no knowledge of your local typical August weather, but other than that, awesome! Is that with Squeeze?

It is! It could be terribly hot and humid, but we'll just sit still, I guess?

I think we've hit the 8 month sleep regression. Gumball was up after 90 minutes, fell asleep on dad, then woke up upon being put into his crib. I'm currently trapped under the baby. Let's hope I don't run out of internet, and he considers the joys of sleep.

Too bad Grubhub doesn't come into your house and deliver to you when you're trapped under a baby.

Grubhub doesn't even come to my house. Nor does pizza. Basically my food delivery option is "bribe a friend"

Can they deliver to hospitals? I literally don't want to walk down to the lobby to meet the driver. I'm mostly whining because I am not a graciously self-sacrificing wife. I hate this shit. It sucks.

I wasn't such a graciously self-sacrificing mother, either, so I feel you on this (and still occasionally beat myself up for it, because inner-critics are always workaholics). I predict two things:

1: your lack of graciousness looks/feels worse to you than it is

2: whether or not #1 is true, the world will keep spinning

I know you know this, but it comes down to spoons, and you didn't have the spoons for dealing with a breadless sandwich, and parking bullshit, because your husband just had heart surgery. Ass them in the ear, anyhow. (In this case, I guess "them" is the problems loitering at your empty spoon holder.)

How's the patient, Tep?

OK, yet another reason to appreciate the hospital we usually go to -- you can totally get a "guest tray." And the food is pretty good.

I am starting to think some hospitals train their staff not to point out that this is an option (when it is). I didn't know until after C was home from the surgery that I could have gotten a guest tray.

He was hospitalized for three separate one-week periods between July and October, yet no one told me or once alerted/reminded me. I finally spotted it on some of the literature I thought I'd thoroughly reviewed at the time, when I was deciding which paperwork could be culled.

Timelies all!

Wow, it's been quiet here.

Mr. S was fussy again last night, and didn't get to sleep until 9. Of, course he was up again at 7.